After Aglaea's fall, with the Flame Reaver's strength, he could have freely entered and exited the core of Okhema as if it were empty.
Unnecessary exposure and premature alarm will only attract the attention of those ancient beings deep within the starry sky, bringing too much unnecessary trouble and variables.
Like the most patient hunter, the Flame Reaver lurks in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment.
Now, the time... is ripe.
The sudden appearance of Xing, and the unexpected potential and divinity displayed by the " Eternity Preservation Wings," were like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, disrupting his original pace but also bringing even greater surprises.
An unexpected variable that could shake up the entire game!
And now, taking advantage of this chaos, what he needs to do is add another spark to the impending, even bigger storm—a spark that will burn everything to ashes!
Target: Dawncloud Cliff Peak.
The Kephale body of the Titan " Worldbearing " —Titan —that was as massive as a mountain range, its back to the Holy City, silently kneeling at the edge of the cliff!
And on the back of that magnificent divine body, as if bearing the hopes of the entire world, silently floats and Eternity operates— the Dawn Machine!
It is the heart of Okhema, the source of the holy city's eternal daylight, with countless intricate rainbow-colored channels connecting to the spine of the Titan's body like the nerve network of a living being.
Ancient power was drawn from within the divine body, transformed into a pure torrent of light that dispelled the eternal night, becoming an inextinguishable shroud of dawn that enveloped the entire holy city!
Once it's extinguished... or destroyed...
boom--!!!
The Flame Reaver's pair of jagged, gray-white bone wings suddenly unfurled to their limit, the flowing ash at their edges cascading down like a waterfall. He no longer concealed himself, no longer lurked.
His figure transformed into a dark purple lightning bolt that tore through space, instantly breaking free from the crumbling Dome Stronghold and shooting unimpeded towards the summit of Dawncloud Cliff —the source radiating " Eternity " light.
The speed was so fast that Phainon and the others, who were busy stabilizing the platform, only had time to catch a fleeting glimpse of an ominous dark purple streak.
The next moment!
The Flame Reaver hovered at the absolute summit of Dawncloud Cliff, below which lay the Holy City complex, as tiny as building blocks, and before him stood the back of Kephalena, a divine Kephale that seemed to support the very backbone of heaven and earth.
And on the back of the divine body, there was the core of the Dawn Machine, which shone like a miniature sun and flowed with billions of runes and rainbow light!
Without the slightest pause, without any observation, and without even the slightest fluctuation in energy accumulation!
The Flame Reaver's hovering figure, along with its pair of ferocious bone wings, began to collapse and coalesce inward!
Buzz--!!!
The space itself seemed to groan in despair, overwhelmed by the pressure!
A dark purple pillar of light, only a few meters in diameter, suddenly formed, composed purely of the will of " Eternity," the condensed power of eternal night, and the stolen power of the "sky" bone wings.
It was more like an extreme condensation of the Flame Reaver's own concept of existence! At the edge of the pillar of light, space shattered like fragile glass.
Aiming at the ever-flowing, divinely radiant core of the Dawn Machine—
Pierced through!
laugh--!!!!
The imagined explosion did not occur; instead, there was a shattering sound that seemed to forcibly tear apart the very foundation of the world, a sound that froze the soul.
That dark purple beam of Destruction light, like a red-hot steel needle piercing through thin ice, precisely penetrated the innermost layer of the Dawn Machine, where the source of light surged like a stellar furnace.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Immediately afterwards--
Click... click--!!!
Centered on the pierced core, countless spiderweb-like cracks, shimmering with dark purple light, instantly covered the entire surface of the Dawn Machine.
The rainbow-colored pipes flowing with sacred runes dimmed rapidly, as if drained of life, and then... broke apart inch by inch.
The Eternity beating 'heart' of the machine suddenly stopped!
The Dawn Machine... went out.
The Eternity dawn's glow, which had enveloped the holy city of Okhema for millennia without ever dimming, vanished silently like a burst soap bubble.
Without the protection of the light shield, the holy city of Okhema was exposed for the first time, naked and exposed to the boundless eternal night that seemed capable of swallowing all light and hope.
Things happened so fast that the ordinary residents of the "holy city" of Okhema didn't even have time to react before disaster struck.
A deathly silence, like cold ink, silently spread through the holy city of Okhema, now deprived of the protection of the dawn's light. But this silence lasted for less than the time it takes for a heartbeat to beat.
For ordinary residents living in daylight, this sudden darkness was like the world being turned off in an instant.
On the streets, in the squares, and behind the windows, countless faces looked up blankly, their pupils contracting sharply in the sudden darkness.
Before the whispers of surprise could take shape, before the screams of panic could escape—
Swish! Swish! Swish!
One point, two points, ten points, a hundred points... millions of points!
Soft, silvery starlight silently lit up every corner of Okhema without warning.
They seep out quietly from ancient stone crevices, architectural patterns, and even under the feet of pedestrians, like the gentle pulse of the sleeping earth being awakened.
These starlight rays are not dazzling, but they possess a strange, soothing power, like a mother's hand gently stroking an infant's forehead.
The fear and unease that had just risen, enough to tear reason apart, melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the warm sun in this silent, descending silvery shower of stars.
The shock faded from people's faces, replaced by an almost reverent calm.
The child stopped crying and Curiosity reached out to touch the falling stars; the old man loosened his clenched fist, and a peaceful silver light reflected in his cloudy eyes.
Chaos? Running away? Screams?
These things never existed; the streets remain orderly, and the market remains peaceful.
It was as if the darkness that enveloped everything was merely a brief shadow cast by a huge cloud that occasionally drifted by on another calm and peaceful day in the holy city.
"It's just... a little dark." Someone whispered, their tone incredibly calm.
However, this miraculous shower of stars, which was enough to soothe the hearts of the people, was seen as the most glaring provocation by the Flame Reaver was suspended high in the sky and had just pierced through the Dawn Machine.
The shadow beneath his hood rippled violently.
No panic? No chaos? This is definitely not due to any residual power of Okhema itself.
Such a subtle, timely, and large-scale approach, yet it subtly permeated the entire city, calming the minds of millions...
Without a doubt, there must be a powerful will behind this, strong enough to control minds and steer the stars.
An existence he hadn't noticed before, or... deliberately hidden!
The Flame Reaver's lips curled up slightly. "Alright, alright~ You're going to play this trick on me, huh?"
Immediately afterwards, the pair of bone wings behind him suddenly flapped, tearing apart the remaining stream of light particles that had just been extinguished by dawn, and his figure disappeared from the sky again, like a ghost merging into the darkness.